Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-04-08
The Lady and the Terror.

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From the Harrisburg Telegraph. Il
On one of the delightful days recent
ly a young lady we'll known in the ex-
elusive first circles OF San Francisco
society for unrivaled personal charms
and elegance OF accomplishments, was
driven around to make congratulate
tory call upon a. married lady friend
who was happily convalescing from
that occasional sacred event in the
lives of welded ladies, which, far from
being sickness, is the perfect culmina-
ton of their health. She was shown
into the parlor, and for few minutes
required to arrange for the reception
in that room where mother and child
were doing as we'll as could be expect
ed, was left with no other to entertain
her than the only son and heir. of the
house, Master Charles, then in his
fourth year. But Charlie was fully
equal to the situation, and promised
to grow up into an ornament of socie-
ty that will never be abashed by beau
ty, however brilliant, into the painful
negative of "no conversation" After
some unessential preliminary remarks,
Master Charles approached nearer the
visitor and, lowering his tone into
confidential, Asked
"Miss--~, 90 dot baby?"
The young lady gave one swift glance
around to assure herself there was no
other nearer of this pertinent question,
and REPLIED;
"No, Charlie, dear, I have not;
"And did 90 never have a baby?"
In spite Of the youth OF her eager in
terlocutor her handsome eyes droop-
ed before his ingenious gaze and her
pretty face flushed as she replied
NO, Charliel never did Isnot this
beautiful day?''
'And amt 90 never doin't to have
no baby?' persisted Charlie, declining
to enter on the tempting conversa-
tional side track OF the weather.
MY boy, can't tell. Tel! me all
the names Of whom those are the
photographs"
"And don't 90 want a baby?'
"Why, Charlie, what a close ques.
toner you ere. Ii you are not careful
you viii grow into one OF those news.
paper lnrerVlewers, and then what
will your poor mama think OF your"
"Because," continued Charlie, ut.
terly refusing to be switched off, 81
know where 90 tan Diet one. The doc.
tor brought my mamma one, and he
keepth them in his ofiith. You juth
do down Filth threet to Martet
threet, and den 90 do down Martet
threet to Tarrey threet, and den oo
do down Tarney threet ever tho far,
and den 90 do up a. lot OF tbairth and
thath where he teeps 'em. And
they're awful cheap too. My papa
hathn't paid for my mammals yet,
but beth dom tor
"Well, Charlie, I'm much obliged to
you for your full directions, and I'll
know just where to eo.''
'Oh, Mith b., 90 needn't do. I'll
tell my papa luth ath thoon ath ever
he tums home that 90 want q baby,
and he'll Diet one for 90, and"
That young lady seized that little
boy by his two shoulders, and, lean.
ing over so as to look full into his
eyes she said, with an 1npressivenesa
lent by sudden terror:
"See here, Charlie, listen to me.
don't want any baby yet, and
If you ever say anything about
it to your papa I'll never like
you any more at all, at all never,
never, never. Now, will you promise?"
"Well, if 90 don't want baby
won't, but I tot every body like to
have babieth. do'
The interview was mere terminated
by the entrance Of q servant to ushe,
the visitor into the presence Of the
cOnvalescent lady.